December 14, 2015

Pride Promotions presents: Haven's Creed by Parker Williams

Author Name: Parker
Williams

Book Name: Haven's
Creed

Release
Date: December 14, 2015

Blurb:

An
act of violence destroys his family and ends the life he knows. To escape his
haunted past, he joins the military, where, as a sniper, he is trained to kill
with precision and detachment. When a covert organization offers him a new
purpose, he becomes Haven, an operative devoted to protecting the innocent when
he can and avenging them when he cannot.

After
ten years of battling the evil in the world, the life no longer holds the
attraction or meaning it once had, and he’s ready to walk away. Then he meets
Samuel, a young man forced from the age of twelve to work as a sex slave. If
ever a man had a need for Haven, it is this one.

Yet
nothing about this growing relationship is one-sided. Sammy gives Haven a
stability he’s never known, and Haven becomes the rock upon which Sammy knows
he can depend.

When
Sammy reveals something about the enemy Haven has been hunting for months,
Sammy fears it will destroy what they’ve built and he’ll lose his home in
Haven’s heart.

When I was fifteen, I killed my first
man. Every time Arnie, the guy my mother was shacking up with at the time,
drank, he got it into his head she was cheating on him. He’d start slapping
her, and that turned into full-fledged beating within a few months. When he was
done, he’d start on my sister.

There were nights she’d crawl into bed
with me, sobbing. For the longest of times, she wouldn’t tell me what happened,
but when I found blood on her pajamas, I knew. I’d tried to stand up to him,
but he beat me badly enough that I couldn’t go to school for two weeks until
the bruises faded. But I got off lucky. The things he did to Chrissy gave me
nightmares. I’d hear her cry out and knew there was nothing I could do but hide
in my bed, my pillow covering my head. He was bigger, meaner, and stronger than
me, and he reminded me of that fact constantly.

The old lady never said boo about it.
She always forgave him and tried to justify what he did by telling me how much
stress he was under. How he was a good man and didn’t mean it. It was just the
drinking, she swore. It was more like he was a bastard and she was his meal
ticket.

I came home one night and found him
whaling on her, my sister’s body crumpled in a heap, her head smashed in. The
son of a bitch had a gun in his hand, slick with blood, and he threatened to
kill them both, screaming he wouldn’t let her leave. She slapped him. It wasn’t
hard, but it shocked him enough that he dropped the gun. I picked it up. He
sneered at me and called me a weak-willed fag.

I looked at the gun I held in my hand.
The instrument of my revenge. The means to saving my sister.

“Give me the gun, you fuck. It’s not a
dick, you wouldn’t know what to do with it.”

The bullet I put in his forehead showed
him how wrong he was. He lay on the floor, blood bubbling from the wound, and
his eyes locked on mine as he took his last breath. I wanted that fucker to
know it was the weak-willed fag who
had done this to him.

Guest Post:

Haven’s Creed is a
big departure from anything else I’ve ever written. I’ve done shifters
(Shifting Needs), BDSM Doms and their subs (Collars & Cuffs with K.C.
Wells), lighthearted (mostly) stories (Lost Time), and a few others, but they
all shared one common theme. They were good men who ended up with other good
men.

Haven is
different. He’s not a good man. In fact, if he ever got caught doing his job,
he’d be left twisting in the wind by his organization and would likely be
charged with murder. See, Haven is an assassin. One of the best in his
organization, but he’s wearing down. The job he’s doing doesn’t seem to be
making any difference anymore. The children he’s supposed to protect are dying
at an increasing rate, and more people are walking away from criminal
convictions than ever before. Then comes Valerie. She runs a national
organization whose got their sticky fingers in all kinds of pots, and has so
many people in her pockets, they’re never going to convict her. That’s where Haven comes
in.

When I originally
planned this story, Haven was going to be the badass guy, but he would be large
and in charge over every aspect of his relationship. As things turned out,
that’s not what ended up happening when Sammy entered the picture.

A person I used to
work with inspired (for lack of a better word) to write this book, because she
could truly have been a harpy of ancient myth. She was petty and spiteful,
threatened people, and yet, somehow, never got in trouble for it. She’d been at
the job for five years when I left, and is still there almost two years later.
It was the desire to see her get her just desserts that set me on the road to
creating Haven. In fact, the bad guy of the story is named Valerie, which is
(by pure coincidence, I’m sure) my former coworker’s name, too!

Writing this book
was really cathartic. I worked out a lot of anger on page that would have
otherwise made a toxic work environment even worse. So I’m grateful for that
chance.

Someone who beta
read the book said I had to promise a sequel. I won’t promise anything yet, but
there is this guy who is killing college kids….

Parker
Williams believes that true love exists, but it always comes with a price. No
happily ever after can ever be had without work, sweat, and tears that come
with melding lives together.

Living
in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Parker held his job for nearly 28 years before he
decided to retire and try new things. He enjoys his new life as a stay-at-home
author and also working on Pride-Promotions, an LGBT author promotion service.